Category: Novels

A Yellow Aster, Volume 3 (of 3)

GWEN lost no time in conducting her projected series of experiments, she carried them on conscientiously, and with an assumption of spontaneity that gave her husband a high opinion of her powers of self-government. As for the results on Gwen herself, she found them nil, she fa...

Chapters

6. CHAPTER XXXVI.

A FEW days after, she was quite well enough to get up, the doctor told her to do so in the morning, but after looking out into the day she lay down again. She was not quite read...

16. CHAPTER V.

NOT Ariadne passioning for Theseus’ flight ever felt such grief as mine was then. Felix must have gone back to town in one of the trains that whizzed past mine as I made the dre...

15. CHAPTER IV.

HE stopped when he saw us, stopped dead short on the pavement amidst all the hurrying people. And as he looked at me and D’Arcy, his face changed and grew drawn and old with sha...

4. CHAPTER XXXIV.

She had been thinking with a sort of dread of the hours that must run before the darkness came, and of the numbers of times she would be expected to smile, to return brilliant a...

2. CHAPTER XXXII.

“I didn’t expect you this hour,” said Brydon, when he arrived, “I thought it was that brute, the fellow over me, who always forgets his key. I came back to the old place, you se...

5. CHAPTER XXXV.

Then a fellow—he was in the dog line, “and knew a thing or two”—dropped in and took a rapid and comprehensive view of affairs, and by the help of infinite blasphemy did what was...

3. CHAPTER XXXIII.

WHEN Mrs. Waring got the sketches of her children—for Strange had used almost physical force to compel Dacre to run over to Paris to sit to Brydon—the very first minute she foun...

7. CHAPTER XXXVII.

People were less surprised than might have been supposed at Strange’s suddenly-organized expedition. He had broken conventional laws now for so long that if he had settled down...

8. CHAPTER XXXVIII.

THERE was always a sort of studious hush over Waring Park encompassing the whole place as in a garment, but one day a change crept suddenly into the nature of the hush, it lost...

12. CHAPTER XLII.

“HOW soon can he come?” said Gwen, when Mrs. Fellowes returned after sending the message. “I have been counting up, it must be three weeks even if he is at the coast; if he is i...

14. CHAPTER XLIV.

AS he lay in the death-like sleep of exhaustion that followed his swoon, the change in Strange was terribly evident. He had shrunk to half his former size, his clothes hung in b...

9. CHAPTER XXXIX

“WAS ever grief like unto my grief!” has been the cry of each wrung heart throughout all ages—the truth is, there is a dreary family likeness among them all, and a horrible abse...

11. CHAPTER XLI.

She drove to his house and found him dying, and infinitely concerned that he could not deliver up his stewardship into his master’s hands. He was a man who had always rather suf...

1. CHAPTER XXXI.

GWEN lost no time in conducting her projected series of experiments, she carried them on conscientiously, and with an assumption of spontaneity that gave her husband a high opin...

10. CHAPTER XL.

GWEN’S duty-forced efforts to comfort her father, were incessant, and rather tragic; he said very little and worked his usual number of hours conscientiously at his latest work,...

13. CHAPTER XLIII.

“I’ll not show to a soul for a week,” said the first man, who, if one looked at him microscopically, seemed like the remains of Strange, “never in all my life have I felt so hum...